back to reading teen wolf fics 24/7 and i forgot how many ppl ship sterek… like what u want bc i can’t stop u but there’s a very big difference between those two characters and i think we all know what it is
<3 when i find a celeb who is actually around my age attractive,, like i have no chance and they prob are in a relationship but at least they’re not twice my age
got a vid on my fyp of one of the characters from that new hp game and thought that the hp fandom created another character out of thin air like that voldemort’s son character
getting fanfics of him recommended to me on here now ?? it’s sad how quickly one steamy ass smut fic can make me fall in love with a character i know nothing abt
got a vid on my fyp of one of the characters from that new hp game and thought that the hp fandom created another character out of thin air like that voldemort’s son character
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synopsis: you write for the advice column in the hawkins post, under the pen name gabby. you get a letter asking for advice about a first date and there’s no way it’s the same guy you’ve just landed a first date with, right? steve harrington doesn’t need help with his dates… right? [based on this post] [fem!reader + strangers to lovers but… steve’s a big sap for you already, ok?]
The first letter comes in on a Tuesday.
It’s posted in an ordinary envelope, with only a messy scrawl on the front to dictate that it was for the advice column of Hawkins Post. Inside revealed the same loopy letters, on a single piece of paper, reading:
Out of all the letters you’ve ever received at this job, most of which were lengthy admissions of troubles in suburbia, this one was by far the most interesting one you’d gotten all month. All year if you were being honest.
Writing advice under the pen name Gabby for your local paper likely wasn’t anyone’s first choice of job, not at least for those serious about writing as yourself was.
But between flipping burgers down at Benny’s and slinging shakes at Rita’s Diner, it seemed the lesser of all evils. And hey, it paid decently enough and you had a sweet little set-up in one of the drowsy corners of the office.
It’s how you wind up here, scanning over the letter from one mysterious S.
44 and Steve because you KNOW Steve would be the mom to kiss his girl in front of the gang because he knows they hate it
You’re so right bestie
44. public kisses
Warnings: F!reader
The summer of 1986 was shaping up to be a good one. Hawkins was in the middle of a heatwave that had everyone flocking to the outdoors to enjoy the sunshine, and Steve was no exception. He had his favourite sunglasses perched in his hair, the cut-off denim shorts that you had helped him make when his favourite jeans got ripped on his legs, and the new Queen album playing quietly through the car stereo.
And a car full of sugar-rushed teenagers.
“-listen to something else now? This song sucks,” Mike was complaining.
Steve glared at him in the rear view mirror and opened his mouth to reply, but Max beat him to it.
“Shut the fuck up, Wheeler. You’ve got no taste.”
“Says the one who listens to Kate Bush on repeat.”
“Anyone slanders Kate Bush and they’re walking to the lake,” Steve warned without taking his eyes off of the road as he turned into your street.
A chorus of mocking “oooh”s came from the kids, and he barely resisted rolling his eyes. He still wasn’t quite sure how his life had turned out this way, spending his summer chauffeuring for a bunch of nerds, but the sight of you coming out of your front door was the perfect distraction.
Your face lit up at the sight of him and he felt his stomach flip pleasantly at the delighted wave you sent him as you came down the path. Your eyes were obscured by your sunglasses, an oversized T-shirt almost slipping off of your shoulder under your dungarees and giving him a tantalising glimpse of the strap of your bikini.
He wasn’t sure how he had gotten lucky enough to spend his summer as your boyfriend either, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.
His smile only widened as you ducked your head bashfully as you came down the path, feeling the warmth of his adoring eyes on you. It never ceased to amaze him how surprised you always seemed by how much he loved you, how beautiful you were to him, how-
Dustin’s face appearing from his periphery and blocking his view of you pulled him harshly from his reverie.
“You disgust me,” the boy announced.
“Like you don’t stare at Suzy,” Steve shot back.
“I don’t actually, because my love is too far away for my eyes to reach,” Dustin replied loftily.
“Cry me a fucking river, Shakespeare.”
You had reached the car by that point and, spotting Dustin in the passenger seat, went to open the back door. Steve’s eyes widened.
“Nope, absolutely not. Henderson, move.”
Dustin stared at him incredulously.
“What the hell, Steve? I was first to get picked up, ergo I get to ride shotgun.”
“But now we’re picking up my girlfriend, ergo you need to move.”
“Do you even know what ergo means?”
“I know you can ergo sit in the back or you can ergo home, dipshit.”
You were watching in amusement from outside the car. You wouldn’t have minded sitting in the back but your boyfriend’s antics were so cute.
As Dustin got out of the passenger seat and slipped under your arm to get to the back door, grumbling, you gave him an apologetic look before climbing into the front seat.
“Hi, baby,” Steve greeted you sweetly as you fastened your seatbelt.
As soon as you were secure, he leaned over to give you a soft kiss that warmed you from the inside out. The moment was only slightly ruined by the kids’ disgusted groans from the backseat.
“Gross, you guys.”
“There are kids here!”
“In public? Seriously?”
Steve broke the kiss with an annoyed sigh and you bit your lip to stop yourself giggling at him.
“The next person who tells me what to do in my own car is getting kicked out. Clear?”
He was met with polite silence, and he grinned at you.
It’s not like I’m very active but I’d never be able to deactivate my account tbh
there have been a lot of times where i almost deactivated just bc of how little i used this but never ended up doing it. i just get too many random bouts of inspiration and end up writing 50% of a fic before forgetting abt it
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